Tuesday, December 30, 2014

My nephew posted an online quiz which purports to show whether you are a northerner or southerner. No one's expectations for the accuracy of such entertainments is high - they are there for fun. He is currently placed to be thinking about it a lot. He is a Massachusetts boy studying at Tufts who has some of his graduate work at Emory at the moment. And a southern girlfriend.

It was fun for me, too, though for different reasons. I am always intrigued by what stories people tell about themselves and about others - what stereotypes they want to believe.

First, the quiz has to have been written by a southerner. How do we know that, without having read a single word of a single question? Because only southerners divide the country in two, contrasting themselves with northerners. Everyone else sees several sections of the country: Midwest, West Coast, Northwest or Southwest. Texas and Alaska both see themselves compared to the rest of the country.

The questions were clearly scored along an axis of Just Folks vs. Fancy and Maybe Artificial. Prefer expensive suburb, urban apartment, anything cheap, small town? Atlanta has some pretty gracious suburbs and the Research Triangle sure has apartments. Still, we know what they mean.

Sunday, December 28, 2014

Help me out, if you can. While traveling, I ran across some research about social conservatives contrasted with everyone else on the issue of gay marriage. I was sure it was in the David Dunning article in the Pacific Standard that I got for free in Reagan National Airport in CD, We Are all Confident Idiots. This is the Dunning of Dunning-Kruger fame who I have referenced often here, and it is excellent and worth your time, though it runs to 6,000 words. It touches on our familiar points: that the completely ignorant are as confident in their correctness as those who actually know what they are talking about, that we all do it to a certain extent, and that education makes this worse in some ways (better in others...just be alert).

But the research I am looking for is not in there. It must have been in a flight magazine (Delta, USAir, or United). It tied in interestingly to my observation that political liberalism is largely driven by social cues. This particular study found that almost everyone was socially influenced in their beliefs, and fairly quickly. Social conservatives were notable in being the only ones who weren't. They ran some assessment of support for gay marriage, did something-or-other to illustrate how popular the idea had become, and remeasured, finding increased support for the concept among mainstream denominations, moderates, liberals, I forget who else. Everyone listed except social conservatives.

I haven't mentioned before that despite my disapproval of coming to one's opinions in such a manner - and it's pretty easy to be dismissive - I can also see advantages. There is generally an evolutionary advantage in not being too far off the centerpoint of the society one lives in. Being entirely uninfluenced by those around you suggests some social lack that foreshadows trouble for all. We can make up scenarios in which standing firm for principles is necessary, but also scenarios where flogging dead horses wastes everyone's time.

There are a few possibilities as to what is happening - some interpretations I would love to see proved out, while others would leave me scrambling for excuses. But I can't do anything unless I read at least the summary, or preferably, find a link to the actual research.

Friday, December 26, 2014

I read the book long before the movie came out. As these things go, therefore, parts of the movie didn't please me. I continued to love the movie as a shared experience with my sons - I made sure they were early participants, before it became a cult classic. There is a joy in liking something and watching it gradually become popular with just the right people.

Cary Elwes, who played Westley, has put out his memoir of the making of the move. Fittingly for his character, it is called As You Wish. It's not much of a book, but it did tell me a lot I didn't know about how it came to be written, accepted, adapted, cast, etc. Elwes can't stop telling us how wonderful everyone was, reminding us of their resumes before and after, and describing them as the only possible people who could have played each part. It gets irritating after a while. However it is just that sort of gushing that pushes one back a distance and allows the questions "What makes this good, then?" and "Why do I like this?" much more possible to answer.

That has been fun.

In some types of comedy, it is important that the actor not
betray that he knows he is being funny. He or she has to play it straight, with
no wink-wink nudge-nudge to the audience, or even an acknowledgement that there
is an audience. Elwes keeps reporting throughout the book how Rob Reiner
stressed this during “The Princess Bride,” not merely as a tactic to calm his
actors, but as a key to understanding the script.

I entirely agree, which is why I can’t fathom how Reiner
thought Billy Crystal was so uproarious as Miracle Max.

But first, I give credit to Mandy Patinkin, who got this so
thoroughly right that it held everyone else together.Almost everyone in the cast plays it pretty
straight, but there is a lot of leakage – tongues creeping into cheeks, smirks
playing at the edges of lips.If
anything, Patinkin’s Inigo Montoya is a little too serious and intense – or
would be, if it weren’t the anchor for the others.

Compare: The most similar movie would be “Monty Python and
the Quest For The Holy Grail,” which relies much less on actors playing it
straight. We see from the landscapes, the costumes, and parts of the dialogue
that they would be capable of making a serious Arthurian movie – a pretty darn
good one, actually – and that is enough.We don’t require that they go farther than that. In that context, Inigo
Montoya would only partly work.Certainly, his dead-serious “I want my father back you son of a bitch!”
would be jarring.

Yet it is that line, and the strand of seriousness that runs
through everything leading up to that, that makes The Princess Bride
funny.Patinkin can shrug when the Man
In Black will not say who he is, or joke with Fezzik, with the complete
naturalness of a normal man in an odd world. There is no movie around him and
he is not joking with us. There are men with six fingers and giants of
unbelievable strength, but these are details to him.The horrible childhood tragedy and life given
over to revenge are all that matter to him, and are no different than they
would be in our world. He wouldn’t be funny if he weren’t a little unnerving.

It was nice to learn how earnest the Greatest Swordfight of
Modern Times was – they hired the best fencing instructors and worked for
weeks, and it absolutely shows in the believability of the encounter. Again, it
is the seriousness – one senses that if by some slip one did cut the other, the
script would go out the window and they would keep going, this time for real.

Robin Wright plays Buttercup almost entirely straight, and
Andre the Giant is a showman within the movie (“poor circus performers” does
not seem at all untrue in his case), providing cover for any possible breaks in
the fourth wall in his case.Elwes
tries, and gets it most of the time – Sarandon, Shawn, and Guest(Humperdinck, Vizzini, Rugen) not so
much.Peter Falk did not seem to be the
sort of grandfather who would like the book he is reading to his grandson, but
he played it seriously and I bought it.The others are cartoons and they know it. They drag the movie down.

I always thought that Crystal didn’t really know Miracle Max
and seemed rather wrongly inserted at the end, and now that I know about the
making of the movie, I find this is true.He and Carol Kane were brought in briefly at the end, did their schtick,
and left.The rest of the cast is more
of an ensemble. Apparently Rob Reiner found Crystal so uproarious as Max that
he had to repeatedly leave the set to prevent his laughter from spilling into
the scenes.I don’t get it.Crystal played Crystal + 40 years.“To blathe…mutton, lettuce, and tomato…” Just
not right. You’ll like the Miracle Max in the book better.

Cary Elwes keeps gushing how every cast member was the only
one who could play the part, the perfect choice. Not really.It is likely true about Mandy Patinkin, and
is nearly true about a few others, including Elwes himself. I doubt that
another director would have gotten as close as Reiner.

Friday, December 19, 2014

It seems to
be a family tradition to pack the Christmas letter so tightly that a line gets
left off the end. This has left our many OCD friends and family wondering
whether they had missed one line or another whole page. We'll try to get it right this year, though
funeral arrangements scramble our brains a bit at the moment.

The End of
An Era

Tracy’s dad
and David’s stepdad both died this year.The outline of their lives was similar: born around 1920 within a
hundred miles of NYC, married in the early 1940’s, went to college - and to war
in the Pacific. Returned home to work hard, raise families, volunteer in their
communities, and gradually prosper. They had good intelligence and senses of
humor, good health until the last few years, and lived to their 90’s to see
many grandchildren and even great-grandchildren. Both watched their wives
through long final illnesses and missed them after – yet both considered
themselves fortunate men. A common outline, but uncommon men.

"Call
Us Nana and Pops"

In addition
to our actual granddaughters, we are acquiring extras among their friends at
church who do not have their own grandparents nearby. We rather expected a
predictable, sharply-defined family for our lifetime, but things didn't turn
out that way.A friend at church
described the Wymans as a cross between the Waltons and the Simpsons.That's about right, actually.

"...except
WALKER! I would trust him to have my back and make the right choice in a
domestic dispute."

Yes, Drill
Sergeant Murphy was trying to shame the other recruits in the MP Battalion at
Ft. Leonard Wood. Perhaps.Still it must
have been nice to hear, and nicer to report home.By the time you read this, Kyle will be officially
in the Army Reserve. Going to school for criminal justice starting in January.

Crying In the CEO's Office

John-Adrian's
hospital in Nome switched to Electronic Health Record, and the lead-up was
ugly. Norton Sound Health brought in a person specifically to manage the
transition, who proceeded to spend a great deal of time crying in the CEO's
office.So about a week before they went
live they sent The Expert home, called John-Adrian in to the office, put him in
charge of the transition, and gave him a raise.Things are different on the frontier. Being John-Adrian, he has complete
confidence.He has been there more than
four years now.

When Does
All This Craziness Stop And Real Life Begin?

Tracy and I
used to say that humorously to each other when we were first married. And then
when the children were born, somewhat less humorously.Then also when school schedules and church
meetings dominated so much of our lives for years, not so humorously at
all.We're still saying it. Wryly.

Ja,
I'm going to Julbord at work, wearing a full suit.

Another one
of those "is this really my son?" moments.Ah, they grow older.They prosper. They understand social
situations.They dress better. Chris
continues in Tromsø, visiting other parts of Europe when he gets the chance.

Here I Am!
In Africa!

Jonathan
used this line to make fun of one of Ben's pictures of himself in a scenic
venue on his mission trip to Rwanda. Just jealous, I think. More 3rd-World
orphanages, more Ben drawing attention to the need.J-A and David went to Houston just before
Christmas to see Ben's new house in Spring and watch him direct filming at The
Woodlands UMC, where he works. It's one of the busiest times in a big church, but
we did get time with Ben and met his friends. Plus, JA got to see the sun again
and feel the warmth.We finished by
flying to Missouri to watch Kyle
graduate at Ft. Leonard Wood, and bring the lad home to NH.

I visited the Negro League Baseball Museum in Kansas City. My fear was that the only patrons would be buses of schoolchildren from black neighborhoods, and old white guys.

It was worse than that. I was the only one there. When I told the young woman selling tickets that coming to the museum was a goal of more than a decade, a man behind her in the gift shop looked over and came around to the front. We chatted a bit - he was a dapper black man slightly older than I who said... he was off to a meeting and couldn't stay but did exchange a few words with me in front of the ticket booth. He was clearly knowledgeable and I felt encouraged that there might be more kindred spirits about.

As he left he said he was Bob Kendrick, president of the board - and he was the last person I saw. Along about the Rube Foster exhibit I teared up over it all. One can't make people like things, and desert is not a measure of personality, and it is sad that this is always going to be an enterprise held afloat by outside help for symbolic reasons, rather than for its considerable intrinsic merit.

When I wandered among the statues- a mock field with a palyer standing at each position - an eerily live creature among bronzes of dead heroes, I wanted so badly to be able to discuss with someone why they had made the choices they had*. So few care, and it will all be preserved entirely as a politically correct Good Idea, something that people feel the should like, even though they don't.

It's worth it on it's own merit. One could teach the history of race relations 1860-1960 with this as the framework. And it's got both stories and statistics, as baseball always does.

Hilton Smith, a personal favorite of mine.

*John Henry "Pops" Lloyd at 2B, a position he did not play. He was a SS whose arm weakened late in his career, and he moved to 1B. I imagine he was moved off short because neither of two third basemen, Ray Dandridge and Judy Johnson, could be left out. Similarly, Cool Papa Bell was in left because Oscar Charleston was in center. Martin DiHigo was the batter, likely because he played everywhere, removing any number of arguments at other positions. But there is controversy because some authorities consider him generally overrated, not in the top 15 overall. Glad I got to say all that.

Friday, December 12, 2014

Heading to Houston, then Fort Leonard Wood. I will at least have the yearly Christmas letter to publish when I get home. For the moment, my father-in-law is failing and there is not much spare energy around. But I do think of you all, and talk to you in my head.

This little volume about NH cemeteries has some interesting facts neither Tracy nor I knew. But a primary motive seems to be an excuse to talk about ghosts, witches, and unexplained phenomena around graveyards. The evidence is rather slender, and delivered in that breathless but faux-objective tone "Some local residents say that there are unexplained lights when one approaches Mary's grave, and others claim to have seen a small child reaching out to visitors..." If spirits did lurk around the places of disappointing or unfair death - the Otherworld seems undecided whether one should haunt the death site or the burial site - then hospitals and nursing homes would be full of them. One would think the night staff of an older city hospital would be unable to move without bumping into four or five wraiths per room.

It is standard in current writing to complain at how slight the evidence was for some poor soul to be accused of being a witch or other consort of the dark, unseen forces. Ironically, the amount of evidence needed now to make the suggestion that they linger on as spectres is even less. A rumor, a whisper, a doubt, is enough. We remain a gullible people, eager to believe.

The author has done similar works about other states. I don't imagine I will be seeking any of those out.

Saturday, November 29, 2014

A few of my FB friends post articles from I Fucking Love
Science from time-to-time.They are
among my brighter friends…

Oh. Yes. I don’t mind putting that title in the body of this
post so much – it’s irritating but not enormously, as the word has become
milder than my 60-year-old ears tell me, and I get that – but I didn’t want it
in the title because of how it might show up in your sidebars if I am on your
blogroll. I have standards.Low, but
I’ve got some.

…where was I?Brighter
friends.I wrote that without irony.
I have liked most of the articles, and enjoyed much of what I have seen,
including what I have clicked through to once there as well.Three articles in a short time-frame alerted
my suspicions, however, and I went over to scope out the whole site.

You can go better places to get your brief science
news.That’s the main take-away.

Most of the articles are interesting and seem based on
reputable sources.So far so good.I note 5 problems.

There
are errors, which look like they stem from science-y writers who either
don’t fully get key points of the information they are passing on, or
don’t do their homework. One I picked up myself, and I am not a scientist;
two others I learned from the comments had made fairly substantial errors
which I confirmed by going back to read closely (one I had to research
further to assure myself that it wasn’t the commenter who had erred.)

Worse,
the errors were not corrected even when reported in the comments.

This
is not top-shelf stuff, generally. Not cutting edge, nor reviewed with a
cold eye as to whether any of this is absolutely solid. It holds to higher
standards than say, Omni, but it tends that way. More like Discover, but
with only half the political correctness.

There
are a few articles which are not strictly science, but “news about the
science tribe” PR pieces.Neil
Degrasse Tyson speaking to children about being a scientist, for
example.Not terrible, and no one
is forcing the reader to click through, but I think it’s a giveaway as to
what is up.There’s a hint of snob
appeal without asking too much of the reader.There’s an in-the-club nudge-nudge
aspect to it I don’t like.

I
found one headline that was a misreperesentation of the article – and the
article made overclaims as well – on a science in politics topic. I
worried I would find more (I thought I realled a previous one, actually),
but it was only that one.

All that said, it’s not terrible.Just a little too concerned about being hip
rather than good.

I have read about chess tournaments since the days of Bobby Fisher, though I am a poor player myself. Reading about the lead-up to this year's World Championship, I was struck again by how frequently flat paranoia seems to enter the picture. Is it because many of the players come from Eastern Europe and Central Asia, from environments where paranoia might not be that unreasonable? (Note also there are many top Jewish players, and used to be more.)

Does paranoia confer some advantage, whether in the skill, the intensity, or the psychology?

Or perhaps most likely, is there a cast of mind which is extreme in over-interpreting simple things, which leads to both paranoia in everyday life and protective caution in chess?

Tuesday, November 25, 2014

This Washington Post Op-Ed suggests that we should not incarcerate women for anything. Ignore for a moment the logical errors in the essay. (Look, if I can resist taking the bait, so can you.) Fish, barrel, not worth your time. But buried in the crap is the fair point that what we are doing isn't working very well. Women commit different types of crimes than men, and it might well be that something else would work better. A new solution wouldn't have to work very well at all to be better. Rather like the joke about the guy who tells his friend while on safari "I don't have to outrun the lion. I just have to outrun you."

I had opportunity today to witness again an example of one of my original (I think) observations. When conservatives or libertarians go paranoid, they tend to hole up and get defensive, arming themselves and daring whatever authorities they have run afoul of to come after them. They don't seem to go out after the people they are angry at. It's the liberals who go paranoid who tend to go out after people. Eco-warriors, antiglobalists, people vandalising (or even bombing) offices and headquarters, protestors that turn violent - these tend to come off the left.

Side note: this tends to get obscured because when there is any ambiguity the press reports it as they see it, which is slanted. Jared Loughner was liberal in his politics and never saw Sarah Palin's website (which did not have Gabrielle Giffords in the crosshairs anyway). But Giffords was left, and therefore Loughner must be right. Timothy McVeigh was clearly more attuned to extremist right-wing rhetoric, but his writings record a lot of liberal ideas about universal healthcare and anti-wealth culture as well. See also Columbine and other school shootings. The targets are often against the right, but somehow those aspects get downplayed. See also Lee Harvey Oswald.

Back to the main topic: today's paranoid was more liberal - insofar as any structured belief system could be imposed on the confusion - and more aggressive in intent. I never thought about how that develops. Do people who are defensive in their paranoia gradually work their way over to the right, regardless of where they started politically? Or do conservative ideas call forth a defensive rather than offensive paranoia?

There are folks out there studying whether our politics are built into our genes. I have only followed this at a distance, reading some of the summaries without digging down too far. I have disliked the attempts to define liberal and conservative, as they seem to be shifting sands. I keep reading the descriptions and thinking "I dunno. Not untrue, perhaps, but not the way the conservatives I know would describe themselves. This sounds more like what liberals who are trying really, really hard to be objective think describes conservatives." It is somewhat different to ask people whether they themselves think they are liberal, moderate, conservative, or something else, then measure their shoe sizes or favorite flavors and see what jumps out of the data.

But I think I have another divide, a negative measure. If you look at what makes for a career-destroying write-off, among liberals it is holding, or at least expressing, an incorrect idea. If you have the right ideals, if your "heart is in the right place," then any number of personal failings are unimportant. Among conservatives the personal failings are the bigger career-destroyer.

So I wonder, which is the cart and which is the horse? If one believes deeply that the ideals are the thing, and lying is only a little regrettable (just human nature) if it's in a good cause, do you just end up on the left, discarding some ideas to come into line with one's fellows? Or, if one believes that being honest is near the top of the list, and any number of screwups and bad plans (just human nature) can be tolerated, does one slowly drift rightward?

I tack this next part on because it is related to the topic that we don't necessarily change our views for logical reasons. In fact, if you read most online comments sections from general sources, such as major news outlets and popular sites, nothing will strike you more powerfully than the impression that most people are not merely wrong, but likely unable to ever fix that. Even the ones who agree with your positions are an embarrassment. And they cannot be the dumbest people in the country, because they can at least operate a computer, type, spell, and string together sentences. The very worst can't meet that standard. Also, the periodic surveys which reveal that college students cannot identify who won the Civil War, or pass other general-knowledge quizzes provide further evidence that a whole lot of people - most of the country, in fact - is not capable of much beyond some very elementary reasoning. So in any discussion where the arguments get complicated, we have to conclude that most people are on the side they are on for somewhat bad reasons - even if they are right.

In 1994, gay marriage was not even on the radar, not only among conservatives and religious people, not only among mainstream Democrats, but even among most of the farther left in those days, the issue seldom came up, and nearly everyone rejected it. Even in Europe. Now, it might be a correct idea - a discussion for another day - but there is no way that it isn't a new idea. And taking the paragraph before this one into consideration, there is no way that the country has changed its mind because they were logically persuaded of its rightness. We were advertised and socially pressured into it. (One could as easily maintain that those who did not change kept their previous ideas for similarly illogical reasons. That's not quite the same thing, but it's close enough to hold for the present argument.) We are now at a point that those who oppose the idea of gay marriage are described as unthinkably mean and bigoted, and it's just obvious to any thinking person - even though nearly everyone fit that description twenty years ago.

So I wonder about a third divide, one I have mentioned before, of adopting ideas because they are popular rather than because they are true. That comes down to how we define "popular," or what group we want to be popular with, perhaps. And do we choose that group unconsciously for personality reasons, and then adopt their coloration?

Sunday, November 09, 2014

Based on knowing very little. I think there is an assumption that the fanatics in any culture are extensions of the everyday folk. Or, in reverse, if we see something evil in the fanatics, we conclude that the everyday folks are watered-down versions of the same evil. I think this is equal-opportunity for fanatics of all stripes.

Thus, we find people who devote their lives to a style of video game and we discover that many are misogynistic. Then we have fun trying to explain why they are this way, and assuming that people who devote a little free time to those games are also misogynistic, just in a milder way. And we want to clean up the lot of them.

We read extreme feminists, who seem to devote most of their waking hours to grievance, and find all sorts of man-hating evil in many of them. Then we have fun trying to explain why they are this way, and assuming that women who are just generally feminist as one of their collection of personal descriptors are also man-hating, just in a milder way.

Zip in "gamblers." Or "emergency preppers." Or "exercisers."

Not everyone who cares about germs is borderline phobic. Not every dieter is a potential anorexic.

But you can make a name for yourself politically if you keep trying to force normal people to defend extremists you can squint and associate them with. It doesn't matter if it's true. It only matters if you can make people believe its true.

In the quiet happiness that post-liberals, conservatives, libertarians and whatever have in this last election, I think it is important to say discouraging words to all of you. We are not ever going to win and get things our way. I am in discussion - no, actually, I have just gotten out of a discussion - with people who are very proud of the fact that they didn't vote for Scott Brown (because he's a squish on 2A rights), I guess by golly they showed THEM, didn't they! They've somehow got it worked in their heads that they won, because real conservatives won in other states, and they kicked this center-right bastard to the curb here in NH. Which means that...well, I don't know what they think it means. Perhaps they think that it means that next time the NHGOP will only dare run a real conservative. Because they showed 'em.

And this happens every time. Republicans have a slight majority in the Senate, probably brief, on the basis of general frustration with Obama and key Democrats. I know nothing of all the strategic advice of whether McConnell and Boehner should negotiate, demand, delay, placate, or persuade. Other people have better instincts for that sort of thing than I do. But I think it doesn't much matter. Conservatives shooting themselves in the foot because they are offended that someone isn't with them enough, isn't our sort or real foxhole guy, has been going on as long as I have been interested in their internal workings - maybe 30 years. It's not going to stop. The country will continue to get more liberal, sometimes quickly, sometimes slowly, and our children and grandchildren will live in a different country than we do.

Perhaps it will be for the best. Perhaps the right is wrong, and we'll all be happier with increasingly leftist culture. Or perhaps it will all collapse for financial reasons, resulting in some unpredictable new world where parts split off, or tyrants rise up, or it all doesn't matter because of technological advances. Roll the dice there.

But a significant subset of conservatives are never going to get it. They are never going to come 'round and be reasonable and accept a center-right coalition. They will vote that out in the next cycle. It is not something they can be persuaded of, it's in their personalities. They cannot do otherwise. Even as the flames lick around the edges of their property they will rejoice in Ragnarok, content that they have fought the good fight and not bowed the knee. To them the political compromises are the same as religious apostasies and deals with the devil.

Added: I recall from 2012 an only discussion with a person who wasn't going to vote for Romney (or perhaps even 2008 and not voting for McCain) and saying over and over "I'm not going to eat a shit sandwich. The Republicans can't make me. My vote is sacred, and I'm not going to eat a shit sandwich.." There was no real discussion happening. No one was talking about making him do anything, of course. But somehow it felt that way to him. I think that is part of it with this type of personality. I imagine there is some equivalent on the left.

It is, as the title suggests, all there in Lewis. (What do they teach them in those schools these days?)

Monday, November 03, 2014

The
various small sections of Your God Is Too Small each highlight a particular unreal God that might trouble the believer.At each reading, a different two or three jump out at me.Perhaps I am just most eager to point fingers at the temptations I am not bothered by, falling silent on the ones which stab me more personally.

I still
think this would make a good adult Sunday School class or book discussion group
topic, discouraging the reading of the short book at one go, focussing on but
one or two unreal Gods for discussion each week.

Why “MILD”? Of all the epithets
that could be applied to Christ, this seems one of the least appropriate. For
what does “mild,” as applied to a person,conjure up to our minds? Surely a
picture of someone who wouldn’t say “boo”to the proverbial goose; someone
who would let sleeping dogs lie and avoid trouble wherever possible; someone
of a placid temperament who is almost a stranger to the passions of
red-blooded humanity; someone who is a bit of a nonentity, both uninspired and
uninspiring. This word “mild” is apparently
deliberately used to describe a man who did not hesitate to challenge and expose
the hypocrisies of the religious people of his day: a man who had such
“personality” that He walked unscathed through a murderous crowd; a man so far from
being a nonentity that He was regarded by the authorities as a public
danger; a man who could be moved to violent anger by shameless exploitation or
by smug complacent orthodoxy; a man of such courage that He deliberately
walked to what He knew would mean death, despite the earnest pleas of
well-meaning friends! Mild! What a word to use…

Jesus as actually recorded in the
Gospels is an alarming figure, frequently frustrated or angry. Commanding,
scolding, seeming at times to be unsympathetic or a little inhuman (which is
what we would expect for a Person who is more than human, I suppose).

The alarming Jesus is not all of
him either, of course.He wishes to
gather Jerusalem like chicks under the protective wings of a hen. He pours out
what earthly energy he has to the point of exhaustion in the times that healing
is central to his ministry.

…experience shows that it is
operating beneath the conscious level of many Christian
minds, particularly in those whose childhood has been coloured by a sentimental
attitude toward “the Lord Jesus.” Such people find their actions, and
even their thoughts, inhibited by a false consideration of what is “loving.”
They can neither use their critical faculties nor speak the plain truth nor meet
their fellows “naturally” for fear they sin against the meek-and-mild god. To
non-Christians they thus appear unreal or even as hypocrites, while the
“love” they attempt to exhibit toward others is all too often a pathetic travesty of
the real thing. For, like other sentimentalists,the meek-and-mild god is in
reality cruel; and those whose lives have been governed by him from early
childhood have never been allowed to develop their real selves. Forced to be
“loving,” they have never been free to love.

There is a further offshoot of the
worship of this false god which must be mentioned. It is the sentimental
Christian ideal of “saintliness.” We hear, or read, of someone who was “a real
saint: he never saw any harm in anyone and never spoke a word against
anyone all his life.” If this really is a Christian saintliness, then Jesus Christ was
no saint.

Yet I think it is the idea of
sainthood which is foisted on us by outsiders, and one which we too willingly
embrace. “For, like other sentimentalists, the meek-and-mild god is in reality
cruel.”That is a wonderful
Chestertonian expression – but what does it mean, really?I am curious what others think of that.

Sunday, November 02, 2014

I picked up my old copy of JB Phillips's Your God Is Too Small, a slim but powerful volume, because I was going to be in a waiting room for an hour. I am having trouble gettin a pdf to link. Rather than play with it, I will simply give it to you: thecommonlife.com.au/books/Your_God_is_Too_Small.pdf
Phillips was never entirely trusted by American evangelicals because of his paraphrase (quelle horreur!) of the NT. Fundamentalists are word-by-word people, even if this leads them to hysterical inaccuracies, and evangelicals all kept a respectful silence if they wished to move very far from that.

In point of fact, paraphrase is superior translation, used by professional interpreters between any two languages in order to avoid saying that the Americans are lusting after the Polish people, or whatever.

Starting right from the introductory, I thought "ooh, that deserves to be quoted as a reminder, right off the bat."

The trouble with many people today is that they have not found a God big enough for modern needs. While their experience of life has grown in a score of directions, and their mental horizons have been expanded to the point of bewilderments by world events and scientific discoveries, their ideas of God remain largely static. It is obviously impossible for an adult to worship the conception of God that exists in the mind of of a Sunday-school age, unless he is prepared to deny his own experience of life. If, by a great effort of will, he does do this he will always be secretly afraid lest some new truth may expose the juvenility of his faith. And it will always be by such an effort that he either worships or serves a God who is really too small to command his adult loyalty and co-operation.

Well, that's good then. Oh. Hmm. The second paragraph looks quite good as well.

It often appears to those outside the Churches that this is precisely the attitude of Christian people. If they are not strenuously defending an outgrown conception of God, then they are cherishing a hothouse God who could only existbetween the page of a Bible or inside the four walls of a Church. Therefore to join with the worship of a Church would be to become party to a piece of mass-hypocrisy and to buy a sense of security at the price of the sense of truth, and many men of goodwill will not consent to such a transaction.

Well, we have to be getting on to the book itself now, except

It cannot be denied that there is a little truth in this criticism.

Ah, enough. You either want to read farther or you don't. I will tackle Meek-and-Mild (with quotes, of course) in a separate post.